To the Finish Line

"3 kilometers in 18 minutes, Meng host this is basically a big show!" 

"10 minutes for 3 kilometers during high school, passing by."

"I weigh 170. I've been exercising for a year, and my best score for a 3 kilometer run is around 14 minutes; pretty waste."

"I weigh 120. Last month, my company held a one-kilometer run, and I couldn't do it. Now that's a real waste!"

"I weigh 180. Three kilometers... hehe is that even something us fatties should do! Meng boss you're incredible! You make me want to run too!" 

"I weigh 150. I've been lifting at the gym for four years and sometimes run. Three kilometers takes me approximately eighteen minutes. I have to say Meng boss is a badass!"

"Eighteen minutes is not badass, but Meng boss is really badass!" 

"That weight at that speed. This must be what Sammo Hung flying looks like!"

"Who said they would donate a C spot halo if he reached three kilometers?" 

"Where's the guy that said they would donate one after every kilometer once he hit three?" 

—XuJiaYu's Hardware store has donated a C spot halo in channel 131225. Come help the host level up to center spot and claim your reward!

"I'm not waiting for four kilometers, I'm gifting now!" 

—WangTianLongisBadass has donated a C spot halo in room 131225. Come help the host level up to center spot and claim your reward!

"F*ck! I entered the wrong room. I was going to celebrate China winning the first gold for the Asian esports games, but I can't keep myself from gifting!" 

"Hahaha. This brother must be joking, right? You didn't enter the wrong channel. You entered the wrong website!" 

"Hey, YuJiaYu and WangTianLong! you guys are watching the stream from Jakarta?" 

"YuJiaYu owns a five-star store? I didn't even react, hahaha. Can someone tell Mr. Five star softshell to put on his swimming shorts, thank you!" 

"This became the asian game special, hahaha." 

Zhang Zhou Wei atop his small donkey bike was not very stable. The longer he watched Meng Fan, the more his heart became disturbed. 

He thought that Meng Fan was really just there to screw around for a few steps and get overtaken, but he did not expect that he would surpass others. 

"Pidgeon." 

Eager to talk to someone and share his excitement, it was then he noticed that Xing Ta Ge had not caught up. 

Originally, he had wanted Xing Ta Ge to sit behind him, but Xing Ta Ge had thought the small donkey was too tight and was afraid of being stabbed so he went off. There wasn't anything for him to do anyway, so he went off on his date. 

"Pigeon, if you f*cking don't come, you'll regret it for sure. You have no idea how ferocious Meng fatty is!" Zhang Zhou Wei took out his phone and sent Xing Ta Ge a voice message. 

"Immature. Can't I hide in my car with A/C and watch from my phone stream?" Xing Ta Ge said, satirically. 

Zhang Zhou Wei lifted his head to look at the burning sun that had been getting hotter, comparing it for a moment. He then had a thought of murdering Xing Ta Ge. 

...

Three kilometers later, Meng Fan had steadily set his pace to 6 minutes for the fourth kilometer.

Although the sports drink had blessed him along with the energy chews, finishing a kilometer in six minutes was still difficult for Meng Fan. With this pace, his physical energy was being depleted very fast. 

He survived until the second supply point at five kilometers. At this time, Meng Fan's total time was 30 minutes and 37 seconds. 

The cool down time of the sports drink was up, so Meng Fan did not hesitate to exchange for a second bottle as well as a second energy chew. As he was collecting water from the station, the sports drink and energy chew simultaneously disappeared in front of others, pouring into Meng Fan's mouth as two streaks of light. 

The effects of the second bottle of sports beverage did not diminish, as it allowed Meng Fan to remain in his best competitive state. 

The second energy chew, however, did diminish the effect, probably only recovering 18% of his physical fitness. It still made him fearsome though, allowing him to speed up once again!

Ten minutes later, Meng Fan looked at the cooldown time of the energy chew. He didn't care anymore if it had actually replenished anything but slipped another one in his mouth as he pretended to wipe the sweat off his brow. This time, the chew recovered 16%. He persevered until the seventh kilometer, using a total time of 42 minutes and 35 seconds. He had managed to keep his speed below 6 minutes for the last two kilometers. 

Ten minutes later, Meng Fan took the same opportunity to eat a fourth energy chew, recovering 14% of his physical energy, so that when he reached the ninth kilometer, his final time was 52 minutes and 36 seconds. 

The last kilometer! 

Meng Fan could see the finish line from afar. 

Several people were standing there already. 

The front-running leg, or the leading section, was basically the real competitors of this race. About thirty in total, most of them had reached the finish line twenty minutes ago. Out of these, the man who placed first had a time of 32 minutes and 20 seconds. This was the result of a second tier national level athlete. 

Almost all the men from the leading section had scored a time within the forty-five-minute mark. 

And the first place from the women's group had scored 37 minutes and 18 seconds!

In terms of level, she achieved a result of a first-tier national level athlete. 

There was no doubt that this goddess was even more badass than the men's first place!

And this person... obviously wasn't Wu Tong.

Of course, Wu Tong had also finished the race at this point. Her final score was a bit more than 43 minutes, which was considerably closer to a second-tier national level athlete for women's standards. It was an impressive score. 

At about fifty minutes in, more people began arriving at the finish line; at least three hundred, if not five hundred. 

Meng Fan began running for his life. 

Meng Fan, who was in full swing after running nine kilometers, had really forced the competitive spirit from his bones. Or maybe a competition spirit had provoked him on the event grounds. He didn't care how much physical energy he had left, or what the black magic running shoes told him his pace had to be for the last one kilometer. He instantly set the reminder to raise his speed every 100 meters.

Increase the arm swing amplitude. 

Increase the stride.

Speed up the pace. 

His chest undulated like a snowblower, mobilizing all the power in his body. 

800. 

600.

500.

He kept swinging his arms. His breathing slowly became unreliable. The only thing he could depend on was his willpower. 

300! 

Meng Fan did not bother to see the people already at the finish line, staring at him outlandishly. 

200! 

He couldn't hear the cheering. Meng Fan could only feel a buzzing sound overwhelm his ears, even drowning out the voices from the broadcast. 

100! 

Meng Fan began to spring with all his strength, using all the power he had left in his body. 

His expression had completely collapsed, and his line of sight began to blur. 

Although his speed did not improve, even slowing him down, the only good news was that his black magic running shoes began to forcefully intervene in his strides. Otherwise, forget about physical exhaustion ruining his steps, it would cause him to lose his balance completely. 

50 meters! 

30 meters! 

The people standing at the finish line moved aside; a wave of silence washed over them. 

They left four or five powerful gods to wait. 

20 meters!

10 meters!

The finish line! 

Meng Fan reached the finish line in a collision. The four or five powerful gods greeted him and supported the wobbling Meng Fan, compelling him along. 

From the sides erupted the loud cheering of the spectators, as if a champion had been conceived! 

There was a loud bang. 

Zhang Zhou Wei crashed his small donkey into the railing, continuously filming Meng Fan for the live stream until the phone hit the ground. The stream's content suddenly pointed to the sky. With a peaceful background, all that could be heard was the tsunami-like roar of cheers. 

At this moment, the stream channel exploded! 

"Dumbass commentator!" 

"How can you do this at such a critical time!" 

"I was about to cry from being so touched!"

"Hurry up and let us see how Meng boss is doing!"

"You piece of sh*t!"

"What's his final time?"